Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.